"Look what I got you," I held up the black bag for him to see. Emmett frowned, eyeing the bag, warily.
"What is it?" He asked me.
I walked to the chair and grabbed the serving table and wheeled it over to him and placed the bag down. Carefully taking his arm, I placed it on the table as well. He eyed me suspiciously. "What is it, Jackson?"
"Go ahead and open it," I urged him.
He raised his other arm and slowly slid the box off the package bag. "This is quite a big box," he acknowledged. He struggled to open the lid, wincing, so I did it for him. He gasped when he saw what was inside. "No way," he whispered, staring at the contents in the box. "Jackson..." he couldn't even form words.
"Well, I thought about getting you a phone as well, because the other one is dead. We have to be in to
